Inflatable mattresses

A couple of things have caught my eye of late, which I wanted to share.

I was cycling along the F1 Grand Prix track (as you do), off in my own little world of brum brumm cars, considering that perhaps the reason I'd been dreaming of F1 cars overtaking me as I cycled along a mountain road was because my daily commute takes me past race barriers and even more scarily, typically in the wrong direction (major digression here but riding into F1 traffic is a high adrenaline sport), when....

I decided to start a new sentence, for sake of clarity.

It was just nice to see, playing on the grass hill adjacent to the track, a toddler make bold steps up the hill towards a sprinkler which was an obvious source of fun. Mum only cottoned on that junior was going to get wet just prior to the event, and started an inevitable sprint to his rescue (things looked very slow motion in her mind at this stage, I'm sure). She was able to snatch him away from the sprinkler just as he reached it (Boooo!) but much to my delight (and theirs), this was the exact moment that the sprinkler (one of those ones that sounds like a cricket) swung around and saturated them both, their laughter ringing out.

The second moment of joy this week came down on the beach, when I saw three people, a man and two women all in their seventies, riding waves on those old school inflatable mattresses. It was such a delightful sight to see these oldies enjoying the waves without any regard to their age, as they looked to have done for decades. Yum